– As an owl, seeing a turtle, crushed under an iron door.
– Being close, intimate and Home with a loved-one.
– Being stranded on a train, with a slow yet friendly house mate, becoming the owl again, him the turtle.
4am comes, and I am woken up by a very loud, very dynamic, alarming tinnitus type sensation, travelling through the sides and back of my head.
I get up and log this in a personal video.
I finally received a grateful FIVE hours sleep, along with dreams about a navel gazing desperate dan comic character, and a video game half way between GTA and Hot Wheels racing.
Still having my cranium pounded by the high pitched squeal. I am accepting it and complimenting it with my music choices. It’s too consistently dynamic to be remedied with chemicals, surely.
The overall feeling is that of an individual trying to wake up into an uncertain future.
The Humble Rock Dove 